Pardon my exuberance, but I love Thanksgiving. It has always been one of my favorite holidays, probably because it centers on love, family, and God. I find it interesting that it is a federal holiday, established by proclamation of President Abraham Lincoln in 1863. Today's federal government goes out of its way to portray itself as non-religious and totally secular, even to the embracing of the religion of humanism. President Lincoln's attitude was that even in this dark time of a great civil war, we have much to be thankful for to God Almighty.
I have much to be thankful for -- health, family, place to live, etc.
I have to admit that I am not always thankful for being transgendered. I mean, come on now, there have been times, especially in the past, that I have wished that part of my life miraculously dissappeared into thin air. I see lots of insanity happening in this scenario. I'm biologically a guy who likes to dress like a woman and mentally picture myself as a complete woman. That's strange. Why is that? I don't know! Further, many people are offended at seeing a man dressed as a woman. Why should they care what I am wearing? That's strange. Why is that? I don't know! They see an actual woman wearing a pretty blouse and slacks and think nothing of it. I wear the same pretty blouse and slacks and they say "You pervert!" That's strange. Why is that? I don't know! I'm not wearing anything obscene or immoral, yet I am overly, downright paranoid concerned about my clothes and overly value the false judgement of people I don't even know. That's strange. Why is that? I don't know.
One item that has helped me in my personal life, especially these past few years, is trying to follow St. Paul's instructions when he wrote to give thanks in everything (I Thess. 5:18, i think). When you read the book of Acts, you read that Paul experienced a lot of hardships in his life, like getting thrown into prison, being shipwrecked, being stoned, etc. Yet it never slowed him down in his work for God, and you never see him having a pitty party, table for one. Whatever happened to him, he felt it happened for a reason, and he ascertained that reason and continued on from there.
I've asked myself recently what it must be like as a "normal" guy to see a pretty gal. I can't for the life of me really guess what he must be thinking, because no matter how strongly I may be attracted to her, I still have those other thoughts about how I wish I was as pretty, or if those shoes come in my size. Well, praise the Lord, at least I live in a country where I can do that without fear of the police arresting me and taking me away for re-education or worse. Thank the Lord I am free to assemble and converse with fellow transgendered people. And I praise the Lord for the women He has brought into my life because I think my transgenderism gave me an insight and appreciation of these beautiful beings that no "normal" man could ever have or enjoy.
St. Paul said in all things give thanks. Give it a try. I can vouch that it helps.